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Where is this going? |
Strange What's this attraction between us? We always seem to tend towards this, you and I And yet, it never feels quite the same Where are we headed? No matter how we try to move apart, we always veer back towards an eerily familiar pattern And yet it's maddeningly different every time Just slightly so Just so As if I don't know. As if a final concluding rythm between us, a determined path, a set rutine, a carved out groove Would ruin the very nature of what we have What we have fleetingly, yet somehow determined, familiar yet strange Perhaps the surge of uncertainty, the feeling that safety can give way to chaos at the slightest disturbance Is what keeps those butterflies in our stomachs Everytime we meet Fluttering Notes ▼ |